That says sAx, not sEx. You dirty minded people. Anyway, so yesterday was the first day of my saxophone lessons with the guy named Steve. Since we cannot afford to pay anyone to teach me, the deal is homemade cookies and dinner for lessons. So, during the day Colin took a long nap and I baked oatmeal raisin cookies, plain oatmeal cookies (for those who don’t like raisins) and chocolate no bake cookies. Granted they are “no bake” cookies, but that doesn’t mean they don’t still take a chunk of time to make! I spent a good part of two hours making wonderful smelling cookies that I was not supposed to eat. Well, I ate some of them anyway. So, Steve, the sax guy is supposed to show up at 4:30pm, as per our conversation on Monday when we set the whole thing up. 4:30 rolls around, and he’s not here. No problem, I know there’s plenty of God-awful traffic heading this way around that time. 5 o’clock. No Steve. 5:30, I’m thinking, “where in the heck is this guy??? Bloated and Dead on the side of the road?” By SIX THIRTY Mark grumbles, “I don’t think he’s coming” through a mouthful of oatmeal raisin cookies. I check my phone to see if maybe I didn’t hear it ring and he had some really good excuse as to why he couldn’t make it. No phone calls. I check my e-mail to see if he was being held captive in Iraq and about to be beheaded and I am the only one that can help him. No e-mails. WTF??? Hello?? If you make plans with someone who is desperate to learn to play the saxophone, you’d better have a darn good excuse as to why you’re not showing up! At 7:15 Mark and I went to visit his friend who was playing some game with miniature pewter figures (what the heck is that, you ask? I have no idea) and don’t even see the guy til the game is over. What a waste of my life, waiting and waiting and waiting, and NOT getting to PLAY the SAX!!! AHHHHH. And that is the way it goes…